i write poems when im sad..its actually neva seen a happier version of my life i guess then i write diary enteries. its a real sad book my poem book no-ones ever read my poems so i decided to make them public..i know i should talk about my bio-data but i figured its through these u'd get to know a person who no one knows (the bride stripped bare- no one fully knows a person humans have dimensions unheard of in life) so i leave myself closed n a mystery yet so open n transparent ;P |
I flutter in you hands,
your caresses sweet and curious...
Without u I'm summer without rain,
fish without scales...
1)why is a woman a bird and the man a tiger when...
2)why do people say that life is short, isn't it...
Look before you leap.
He who hesitates is lost...
Without u I'm summer without rain,
fish without scales...
I got up today,
put my underwear inside out, on top of my clothes...
I flutter in you hands,
your caresses sweet and curious...
Why is that space on a womens body called a waist? well it is one u could easily fit another set if boobs there |
Scientists have discovered that every birthday makes a person older |
Introducing the new gramatically correct 'Iam POD :) and the newly socailly inept "Iam POD what's your name' hehe |